Selected Versus
I’m taken by a need of pawing
To dig a deep ditch
To tear a thin vein of young plants
Foam of passion to fell on my lips.
To put my hands in hot lava
Till my arm into honey
To fill under my nails fresh blood and breasts,
In mine you’ll fill mad sting.
Dryness has turn the ashes in my eyes
She is stronger undoubtedly,
She is defending her self.
That is no good
That makes me so hot.
I’m snorting
My body is whole in sweat
It’s no use
I can’t stop
Digging, it’s all I know
Till pain
Till passion
Till madness
Digging
Light is in my throat.
O sacred darkness, forgive me
I expose you!
I release you lightning!
Finally rain...